Quentin Young’s knocks on the door sounded rushed and urgent.

Frederick Fairfax had no choice but to let go of Olivia Young and go open the door.

My daughter, you really let me down! You couldn’t even stall your uncle.

As the door swung open, Quentin Young gripped his phone tightly, glaring at Frederick Fairfax standing before him.

His face was clean and unscathed—he hadn’t even been slapped. Yet their sister always treated Frederick Fairfax so gently! If it had been him making her angry, she’d have smacked him without hesitation.

"Sis!"

"Sister! Sis!"

"Sis!"

Olivia Young covered her ears. What an annoying racket. What could be so urgent that he had to keep shouting her name like that?

Quentin Young shoved his phone right in her face. "Look! Look at this!"

The screen showed Frederick Fairfax’s Weibo post: [Frederick Fairfax: She’s mine! My real daughter! To those spreading rumors—rain or shine, the Fairfax Corp. legal team will be waiting for you.]

"Yana is his biological daughter???"

"And you didn’t even tell me! Sis, am I still your own little brother?"

Quentin Young pointed angrily at Frederick Fairfax. "Such a big thing, and I only learn about it from his Weibo post? I’ve worked myself to exhaustion for you, taking care of the baby, being both dad and mom! You lied to me, you said the father was gone, sis…"

He started crying. He was heartbroken. How could she treat him so unfairly?

He’d been left in the dark for so long, feeling sorry for his sister as a single mom. And it turned out Yana actually was Frederick Fairfax’s biological child. So where did that leave him? Was he just part of some roleplay to amuse them? He'd even worried Frederick Fairfax wouldn’t step up as a good stepdad, so he’d done everything himself, after all—the real, blood-related uncle!

"Did you two plan all this together? Just to trick me? Did you want me to help raise ten children for you? Ten isn’t enough? Fine, you have this one, and you still want more…"

"You’re too much—way too much! How could you do this to me!!!"

Quentin Young wailed louder and louder, until he attracted Lucas Young and Sophia Sinclair upstairs.

As soon as they walked in, they saw Quentin Young flailing on the carpet, bawling his eyes out.

"What’s going on? What happened?"

"Son, why are you crying?"

"Mom! Sis and that guy—they teamed up to trick us! Yana is actually Frederick Fairfax’s real daughter! Look, look!" Quentin Young scrambled to his feet and held up his phone to show his parents.

"Well, about that…" Sophia Sinclair handed him a few tissues. "We only just found out ourselves."

"You knew???"

Quentin Young was so shocked he forgot to wipe his tears. "When?"

"The day the baby was born," Sophia Sinclair answered.

"Ah!"

Quentin Young’s whole worldview collapsed.

"All this time, I thought we were a close, loving family—Dad, Mom, even you hid it from me! I can't take this, I quit…"

He bawled as he ran off.

"Um, anyway, we’re still making lunch. You two keep talking, take your time…"

Sophia Sinclair tugged her husband out and quietly closed the door behind them.

So the in-laws had known all along.

Frederick Fairfax walked slowly toward Olivia Young, a smile playing in his eyes. "Honey, care to explain?"

Olivia Young hadn’t expected her secret to be uncovered like this.

"You know everything already. What’s left to explain?" Olivia Young simply gave up.

"I don’t know everything—I only said to the public that Yana was my real daughter because you asked me to. But just now your mom admitted, on the day the baby was born, you told her…"

Olivia Young cut him off and finished his sentence. Frederick Fairfax looked at her expectantly.

He leaned in until their eyes met.

Two hours ago, he’d been ignoring her calls, holding the baby and heading back to her family’s place after their Divorce Show drama. Now, her deepest secret had just been exposed.

He deserved an explanation.

"Frederick Fairfax, you keep acting tough. When you tested the waters with that pink wig, didn’t you already know?" Olivia Young cupped her face in her hands, grinning sweetly. "I told you I had a surprise for you."

Ah—his wife’s smile was so sweet.

"Olivia Young, do you think I can forgive you for lying to me for so long just because you flash a pretty smile? That’s too much!"

"Me? Too much? Me? If you couldn’t even recognize me, you blame me?" Olivia Young swatted him lightly. "I gave you so many hints—and yet you were clueless!"

Frederick Fairfax was stunned.

She lied to him, and he still got slapped? Where was the justice in that?

His eyes trembled with disbelief. "You’re really scolding me…"

"Who else would I scold? I always thought the great Frederick Fairfax was so smart and remarkable—like a dragon among men—yet I stood right in front of you and you still didn’t recognize me!" Olivia Young pinched his chin. "Well? How did you finally figure it out?"

"I…"

"I…"

He pressed his chin against hers. "I pulled a hair from the baby and ran a paternity test."

"Frederick Fairfax!"

Olivia Young gave him another light slap. "The baby is so delicate, just born, and that’s how you act as a father?"

"I wasn't sure. That night, I didn’t turn on the lights, and you left before me, leaving behind nothing but a few strands of wig. I couldn’t find you. A paternity test was the simplest way." Frederick Fairfax reached out to embrace her.

"You hid this from me for so long, and then slapped me twice—has your anger cooled yet?"

"Honey…"

Olivia Young looked frail and helpless, vulnerable with nowhere to hide. Frederick Fairfax buried his head in her embrace.

Then she noticed his dirty pants.

"Go get changed first."

"Cool off first, honey."

How did things end up like this? Frederick Fairfax wondered. He’d come to settle accounts with Olivia Young, but somehow, everything had flipped upside down!

"Considering you kept this secret for so long, maybe you shouldn’t be angry anymore…"

"Hmm?"

"Talk if you want, but stop rubbing against my neck," Olivia Young grumbled, turning away. "It tickles! Go change your pants!"

Frederick Fairfax obediently went to change his pants.

Afterwards, he came back looking like a whole different person, gloomy as he sat down next to Olivia Young, head bowed. "Why did you hide it from me for so long?"

"It was fun."

"Fun! Just to mess with me…" Frederick Fairfax gripped her hand. "You can mess with me all you want, but something like this—you should have told me sooner. Do you know how long I had to keep telling myself, 'my wife is mine, even if the child isn’t'? I tried to be magnanimous—it’s okay if the first kid’s not mine, the second one will be…"

"You watched me helping you through morning sickness, and you still laughed so happily without telling me. I was as clueless as Quentin Young…"

"Olivia Young!

"Olivia Young!"

Frederick Fairfax pressed her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it again and again.

Olivia Young looked down at her own hand—could she ever use it again? It was all covered in Frederick Fairfax’s saliva.

Where was this arrogant, untouchable idol now? Was he really the same haughty man who let the world revolve around him?

Yet here he was, reduced to tears in front of his wife, dignity be damned. If his fans saw him now, they’d never let him live it down.

Sigh~

"Olivia Young!"

Frederick Fairfax pulled her back into his arms, her back nestled against his shoulder.

"What now?" she murmured.

"You hid it from me on purpose—do you really, truly think…" Frederick Fairfax stared at her face, but the words stuck in his throat. He buried his head on her shoulder and whispered in a low voice, "Was I really that bad that night?"